Swirling
mists on a foggy night
I step out into them gingerly
They envelop me in their midst
I vanish in their embrace, instantly.
Cold tendrils of its half wet wisps
Play with my now damp hair
They curl around my waiting face
Then lick my lips bare.
Enchanted by the dense white forms
That flow and change incessantly
I reach out my hand to touch you
In blindness I see you distinctly.
Your face arising from the white
Moistened my heart as you smiled
Beckoning me to I don't know where
I just trail behind, beguiled.
The mists, they hold me close in love
Yet let me be so free
I follow them to the end of the earth
Then step off the edge, trustingly.
I step out into them gingerly
They envelop me in their midst
I vanish in their embrace, instantly.
Cold tendrils of its half wet wisps
Play with my now damp hair
They curl around my waiting face
Then lick my lips bare.
Enchanted by the dense white forms
That flow and change incessantly
I reach out my hand to touch you
In blindness I see you distinctly.
Your face arising from the white
Moistened my heart as you smiled
Beckoning me to I don't know where
I just trail behind, beguiled.
The mists, they hold me close in love
Yet let me be so free
I follow them to the end of the earth
Then step off the edge, trustingly.
MS
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